Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,

And gird the gospel armor on;

March to the gates of endless joy,

Where Jesus, the great Captain’s gone.

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;

But hell and sin are vanquished foes;

Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross,

And sung the triumph when he rose.

3 Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate;

There peace and joy eternal reign,

And glittering robes for conquerors wait.

4 There shall I wear a starry crown,

And triumph in almighty grace,

While all the armies of the skies

Join in my glorious Leader’s praise.